"What is it this time, sugar?" He asked, his deep voice rumbles throughout the room as he sits comfortably on the single sofa, enjoying the warmth from the fire.
You entered the room with a somber face and he noticed right away. He sighs softly before putting his cup away and walked to you. His footsteps are heavy as he stood tall before you.
"It's your third times this week. You can't visit me that often, sweetheart." his large palm hovers over your cheek, as if afraid of hurting you
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.